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The War Within	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > General Views: 3459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: In keeping with the format of my story summary, the chapter flow goes 2 chapters of Soul Society, 2 of Hueco Mundo, and 2 of the Human Realm. Rinse, and repeat. There’s a link to my Review Replies on the forum in my profile, just click my name.
Chapter Warnings: M/M, Oral, HJ, Drug use
5. Altered States: Uryū & Chad in a Joint Venture
Kurosaki Ichigo’s human friends: Sado Yasutora (Chad), Inoue Orihime, and Ishida Uryū, were invited to Urahara Shoten in the Real World the same day as two other scientists were plotting and implementing plans against their own kind.
Urahara Kisuke intended to expose them to a new configuration on an old invention of his that he thought would increase their powers so they could fight alongside Kurosaki in the upcoming war.
Sado was already scheduled to arrive later for a sparring session with Abarai Renji but Kisuke realized that Inoue hadn’t come to him about enhancing her own skills. He was concerned that she wasn’t confident about helping her friends, especially Kurosaki. Hell, he wasn’t confident about her abilities. This enhancement he wanted them to have would hopefully put an end to both their doubts.
She had a unique gift with great promise but unless she improved her control and tapped into her potential, she was just a tempting raw talent that anyone, including Aizen, could mould for their own gain. That made her a target and maybe he could take the bullseye off her back with his help. Otherwise, he’d have to insist she stay out of the battle for her own safety. He’d even go so far as to tell her that she would be too weak and unsure and just get in the way. Whatever it took to convince her, either way, he believed he had her best interests at heart.
He texted her on the pretense of training in his underground facility with Chad and Uryū and she accepted politely, of course.
Ishida was more difficult to convince as he had other plans and said he wouldn’t be able to see Ichigo or his friends for quite awhile. When Kisuke asked why, he was shut down. “I’m sorry, Mr. Urahara, I have my reasons, but I can’t go into them, especially with someone like you.”
Kisuke was no fool. He knew Ishida did not return from Soul Society the same as when he left, although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired there. He could see that the boy was avoiding contact with any one of high spiritual pressure like Ichigo and himself. He thought he may need to be a little more honest with this human regarding his intentions. “If you mean “someone like me” as someone with high Reiatsu, I’d say you don’t need to worry about that. It won’t harm you to be near me. Just come to my shop and hear me out. I have some news that may interest you about your own spiritual power.”
Ishida was perplexed. Even if Urahara had guessed that he was hinting about the blond being a Shinigami, the shop keeper couldn’t have known why that was someone to avoid. From the way the older man spoke, he implied that he knew Uryū had lost his Quincy power, too. It was uncanny the way the man could deduce these things.
He did feel exceptionally alone with this burden and wished he could confide in someone. Since it seemed Urahara already knew something was going on with him, he decided to trust him with his secret, if only to make sure there was somebody who could tell his friends if (or when) he was unable to recoup his former stature. It would ultimately mean that he was dead.
After a brief silence, Ishida attempted to explain it on the phone. “You must have suspected that something was wrong with me after we returned from Soul Society –– that I didn’t have my Quincy powers any longer, and you would have been right. Ryūken, erm … my father, has given me a chance to regain my abilities and I’ve decided to accept his conditions. Unfortunately, this means I must swear to have nothing to do with the Shinigami. So you see, I can’t come, my hands are tied.” Uryū wasn’t pleased with this sacrifice as it meant no contact with Ichigo, also, but ultimately knew he was willing to make it and more if it meant reclaiming his power.
Kisuke was mildly shocked. Of course he’d suspected the Quincy’s power had been drained from the fighting, but hoped it wasn’t as devastating as total loss. So that’s why he kept his distance from Ichigo and himself, as they were both Shinigami. It had nothing to do with the effect high Reiatsu had on a weakened Quincy. He immediately recognized the importance of persuading Ishida to come to his shop, for multiple reasons, one of which he would use in his argument.
“Ishida, you’re a bright young chap. Don’t you think that a promise of that significance only applies after your father makes good? It’s not for my benefit, although I am fond of you, but you really need to make one last visit and connect with your friends before you make your oath to Ryūken. Who knows what your dad will do to you to fulfill that commitment. Do you even know if you’ll be able to survive the process?” Having plenty of experience in pushing the boundary limits between life and death, he couldn’t be sure of what Ishida Ryūken was willing to risk, even with his son’s life at stake.
Uryū let out a defeated sigh. The man really was brilliant and had cut right to the heart of the matter. “All right, Mr. Urahara. I’ll swing by and pick up Orihime and Chad on my way.” The broken Quincy had relented, knowing that the blond shopkeeper was right again. He was actually thankful the brainiac was persistent because he wanted to say his goodbyes, just in case. “What about Ichigo? Is he coming?”
The Substitute Shinigami was missing at the moment, but Kisuke had an idea of where and what he was doing, and even a plan to retrieve him. He’d already worked that out, just in case. He wasn’t concerned about Ichigo’s current involvement but he truly felt that these three humans still needed to reach a minimum power level to fight Aizen’s lesser Arrancar. His boost would put them at least on par with a fukutaichou, a level Ichigo was destined to surpass without his assistance.
“I haven’t been in touch with him, recently. I think he’s working out some issues with his own training elsewhere. I’ll see if I can get a message to him, so he won’t miss seeing you, okay?” Ichigo would be grief-stricken if anything happened to Ishida and he’d been unable to see him when he’d had the opportunity.
“Sure. Thanks. We’ll see you in a bit, then.” The troubled adolescent hung up before remembering that Urahara had said something about giving him news about his spiritual power. He dismissed the thought, chalking it up to an attempt to manipulate him. It turned out it wasn’t necessary; that his friendships meant a lot more to him than he’d allowed himself to believe and he quickly texted his two classmates.
Inoue responded promptly, happy to accompany him but Chad didn’t text back for at least twenty minutes. He was busy making a personal transaction that would end up rewarding both youths. That interval granted Urahara the time to send Chad a heads up regarding Ishida’s goals so the gentle giant could prepare for their meeting.
When Chad read both texts and realized that this could be Uryū’s final farewell, he called him and insisted Uryū come to his apartment first, even though Orihime’s place was on the way. The ebony haired teenager consented, slightly curious as to the urgency in Chad’s voice.

“Hey Chad, what’s with the intrigue?” Ishida blurted out, his first words when entering the Latino’s flat. He was a little self-conscious, worried about accidentally revealing his secret quest. He panned his head around the room, taking in the young male’s tasteful blend of Mexican and Japanese decor. There were a number of musical instruments displayed in one corner, but noticeably, the guitar stand was empty.
“Hey, Uryū.” Sado was concerned for his friend, but knew enough not to show it. “Sorry I didn’t get back to you right away, but I was picking something up. I thought you’d like to join me when I opened it.” The tall dark Mexican wasn’t sure if his school mate would approve but he didn’t have any time to ease the introduction as this was, quite possibly, their last get-together.
Ishida took his jacket off and hung it on Sado’s unique pegged coat rack. It had the phases of the moon over each peg and the home’s owner kept his on the crescent moon peg.
“Oh? What is it? Did you get a new bass guitar to replace the one Ichigo broke? You know, you really should make him pay for that,” was Ishida’s snarky remark, as he wouldn’t miss a chance to needle Kurosaki, even if he wasn’t there to defend himself.
As an accomplished tailor with a touch of the divine in his fingertips, Ishida could appreciate Sado’s deft artistry on the bass, not to mention his natural aptitude for any musical instrument. Ichigo, on the other hand, was too eager to be a rock star and didn’t have a lick of talent to boot. The orange-haired idiot was all thumbs when it came to intricate dexterity; not surprising given his deficient ability to manipulate Reishi or frenetic control of his Reiatsu. His only saving musical grace was that he could dance half decently.
It was during one of their weekend afternoon retreats, playing Guitar Hero, that Kurosaki grabbed Sado’s prized guitar and went AC/DC on it. Needless to say, the Substitute Shinigami won another battle that day, and the loser was the Fender Precision Bass.
“No, that’s not it.” Sado motioned his friend to the plain white futon, spread with a turquoise, hand woven, Mayan throw blanket. He sat down beside him in front of a low, black, antique, Buddhist Temple table and pulled open the drawer to remove some items.
There was an uncomfortable silence, at least for Ishida, which he preferred to fill with trivial anecdotes about school. While he rambled, he studied his swarthy friend closely. He couldn’t help but notice that the adult-sized teenager really was an enchanting hunk of beefcake and he let his eyes rove over the Herculean form while the other was occupied. He was enthralled with the titan’s dark skin, easily displayed under the sleeveless muscle shirt. He thought that the way Chad’s wavy brown hair completely covered one eye lent an air of rakish mystery. His own hair was black and straight, parted in the middle and he didn’t think it was very attractive.
Ishida’s gaze moved to the tattoo on Sado’s upper arm, which evoked a powerful reaction in his gut; a snake winding through a winged heart with the words “Amore e Morte” written across the heart. He’d seen it before, but not put much thought to its meaning. He wondered what significance it had for the rugged guy because all it reminded him of was a motorcycle gang; not a bad thing, mind you. The danger and freedom of riding a motorbike was somewhat appealing, especially when he pictured Chad astride it.
It was too bad that he was not more aware of his attraction before. He could have made his admiration known prior to this last remaining day spent together. If Chad was responsive to his feelings, maybe they could have gotten involved in a serious relationship. It was a life experience he wished he had time for before dying young, as was his expectation; either from his father’s hand or one of Aizen’s creatures. He hoped it was the latter; it would give him more time with the Latino.
Sado could sense Ishida staring at him, but it didn’t bother him as he was very comfortable in his own skin. He looked at his companion over his shoulder; the blue eyes quickly turned away and then flared wide as they acknowledged the paraphernalia strewn over the table top. Sado had brought out his weed kit: a small grinder, a pack of rolling papers, a Zippo lighter for a hemp wick and a crescent moon ash tray. He fished his recent purchase out of his jacket pocket and unrolled the bag of Acapulco Gold.
“Uh, Chad. You know I don’t smoke Marijuana.” Ishida knew that Chad was an occasional smoker but he didn’t partake during the school week and he and Ichigo were usually already high before he came to hang with them on the weekend. He’d never watched the guy roll a joint, let alone smoke in front of him. He had to admit, he was intrigued after all, as Sado used the grinder to turn the bud into shake.
“No problem, Uryū, I wouldn’t force you. I just thought you might like to try it for once. You know, livin’ life to the fullest.” Sado stopped preparing the weed and just looked at it, head down, waiting for his friend to reconsider.
The strait-laced top student of Karakura High thought for a moment about his life. Had he ever lived life to the fullest? Who’s definition of fullest? He’d always bought into the propaganda about drugs and alcohol killing off your brain cells and causing accidents and pregnancies. Not to mention overdosing, vomit, aggression, and the overall disgusting appearance of “druggies.” But Sado had never looked bad, he did well in school and was the kindest, gentlest guy he knew. Maybe … Cannabis, singled out from the myriad of drug choices, wasn’t that bad. He knew this might be his only chance to make a reckless decision and live a little on the wild side.
“Wait. I –– think I might like to try it, Chad.” The bigger male raised his head to look with one amazed eye at the smaller youth. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m clearly the adventurous type, so I figure it’s about time I delved into an area I’ve never been. It could be fun.” Ishida wound his rigid nature even tighter than usual with a forced grin as he strove to appear “cool.” He didn’t want Sado to think he was a total nerd, especially now that he wished the brawny athlete would regard him with romantic interest.
Sado gave his lissome companion an understanding smile when he recognized the strain on his face. The usually stoic friend was afraid. He was worried about his Quincy powers, his father, his friends, and his reputation. He must have been afraid of not getting to experience certain things one expects from life if his training went “south”. The sensitivity Sado displayed was typical of the empathetic hulk.
“I think it will be fun, Uryū. But we’ll take it easy, this being your first time, and I’ll just make one jay that you can have a couple of hits from.” Sado pulled out a rolling paper and sprinkled the herb across the middle with his fingers; rolled it back and forth, then added a filter and tucked the paper over top to roll it up, licking the adhesive to seal it. He twisted the end so nothing could fall out and set it on the ashtray.
Ishida watched in fascination at the procedure his friend seemed to execute flawlessly. It was odd being impressed with an “immoral” action, as pot was considered to be the gateway drug on the superhighway to the abyss of iniquity. But then again, Sado didn’t do any other drugs. He must still be on the scenic side route.
“You sure about this Uryū?” Sado didn’t want to light up unless his meticulous friend would join him even though he was positive the lad would be thankful for the experience, since his need to relax was imperative. Ishida nodded and swallowed, not wanting to vocalize in case his nervousness was revealed.
Sado lit the hemp wick with the Zippo. He was fairly health conscious and didn’t want to inhale the fuel fumes directly from the lighter; the hemp being a more natural source of heat for lighting the joint. Touching the lit wick to the jay, they watched the paper burn off the end before Sado raised the doobie to his lips to get the cherry going. He held the smoke in his mouth on the first long toke, then let it slowly curl out his upper lip to be inhaled up his nose. Ishida found that sight to be exceptionally sexy and his face showed it.
“That’s a French inhale, isn’t it?”
Sado was unable to respond immediately because he was holding the smoke in his lungs to allow maximum absorption of the THC. Of course – he knew it was an impressive trick and he’d wanted to see Ishida’s reaction. He was rewarded with an open mouth and trancelike stare. When he finally exhaled, he blew the smoke in Ishida’s direction, not directly in his face as that would be rude, but just in front. “Yeah,” was all he said in his deep, nonchalant tone.
“It smells –– different. Okay then, hand it over.” Ishida figured he might as well jump in. He’d probably get high from breathing Sado’s second hand smoke but he wasn’t going to wimp out when he’d already committed himself. He took the joint and hesitantly looked at his friend, “I’m not sure, do I try to copy you?” It was a little embarrassing to be so naive, however, he counted himself lucky that Ichigo wasn’t there to make fun of him.
“Hmmn? No, Uryū, just take a small toke.” When Ishida raised an eyebrow, not getting the meaning of ‘toke’, Sado added, “I mean, suck a small amount into your mouth first, then slowly inhale so you don’t end up coughing too much. Your lungs won’t be used to it, since you don’t smoke cigarettes.” Sado didn’t smoke tobacco either, but he’d been toking for a few years now and his lungs had adjusted long ago.
Ishida copied some of Sado’s actions, putting the jay to his lips and sucking lightly, trying not to inhale right away. He wasn’t totally successful, as he had yet to develop a muscle memory of how to do it properly. He promptly began to cough and handed the joint back before he dropped it.
Sado put the joint on the ashtray, patted his friend’s back and rubbed his shoulders. “You did good, Uryū. Everyone coughs the first time. Ichigo coughed through the whole joint on his first time.”
Ishida tried to smile in spite of his teary eyes. “Good to know,” he rasped, thinking to file that tidbit away in case the oranget tried to criticize him for this.
“Here. Why don’t we try this a different way? I’ll take a toke, and when I blow out, I’ll blow some into your mouth. When you inhale, it won’t be as harsh.” Sado thought it would be easier on his friend, not to mention very suggestive, and that would help move Ishida’s other agenda along, if he’d been reading the raven’s signals correctly.
Ishida figured Chad knew what he was talking about and agreed by nodding only, as he thought to let his voice rest a bit after hearing it grate. He readied his mouth to have the smoke blown in by letting it hang a bit open. As Chad inhaled another toke, Uryū watched absentmindedly, daydreaming about those full, luscious lips. Suddenly breaking him from his reverie, a pair of large warm hands were on each side of his face, and those same soft dry lips pressed lightly against his, blowing smoke into him. He jerked back in reaction, inhaling quickly, and coughed roughly at the assault on his lungs. He’d taken in a lot more than the first time and it burned in his chest, causing tears to roll down his cheeks.
“Shit. Sorry Uryū, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Sado resumed patting and rubbing his friend’s back, but this time, he left his hand there. Regarding Ishida’s tear stained face was like looking at a skittish deer; the blue eyes wide, glassy and fearful. He didn’t want to be like a hunter, taking down an unsuspecting prey, and that was why he really shouldn’t have pressed his lips against the unpracticed schoolmate. It was just that Uryū looked so delicious, with his mouth open in such a seductively innocent way. However, he wanted to keep Ishida’s friendship more than he wanted to kiss him, so he petted the silky black hair to soothe him and yielded, “Let’s just go back to you doing it by yourself. I know you would prefer to be in control.”
Once Ishida was breathing more regular, he started to feel better. His mind focused on the feeling. Mmmn. Better than better … that’s a weird sentence ... Oh ... Chad’s hand feels nice –– heavy and warm and large ...
It finally sunk in what Sado had said to him. “Chad … no, it’s okay.” He licked his dry lips. “I don’t need to always be in control. Let’s do it your way again. I’ll hold still this time.” Uryū wanted another opportunity to feel the velvet lips on his without freaking out. He sensed that he was more receptive, now.
“Alright Uryū, we’ll try it again.” Chad was secretly delighted that Uryū was so keen to repeat the process. Maybe he had just been too quick in his movements but the touch was not unwelcome. He’d be more gradual this time and took the last hit from the joint before putting the roach out. Slowly, he put his hands on either side of Uryū’s head to hold it steady.
Ishida perceived everything as moving in slow motion. Chad’s face moved toward his at half speed, giving him ample time to appreciate his curvaceous lips, distinctive nose and mesmerizing brown eye. He leisurely opened his mouth, eager to receive the gift; whether he thought it was the smoke or Chad’s tongue, he wasn’t sure. He languidly inhaled, trying to draw out the delicate lip contact, revelling in the sensation. Then he calmly exhaled without coughing once. “Well, look at that. I’m a pro, already.” Ishida put on a big grin. “Beat you, Ichigo, you second-rate Shinigami wannabe,” he shouted to the ceiling.
Sado leaned back against the futon and chuckled at Ishida’s silliness. It seemed the “anxiety medicine” was having the desired effect. The once high strung perfectionist was now just high. It was a treat to see him unwinding, relaxing, and goofing around.
Ishida was amazed at how good and mellow he felt as he slumped back into the couch, staring off into space. It was like he didn’t have a care in the world. Even though he remembered that he did, it didn’t matter, for right now he was floating in molasses. Yes, definitely molasses; thicker than water, but not so thick to panic him. It buoyed him up, but gently pressed in on him, too, making him feel like someone large was holding him in a loving embrace. It comforted him and also made him feel somewhat horny. Maybe it was just that he was already turned on by being around the sensual Mexican, and this unconcerned mental state let him acknowledge and take pleasure in it.
Ishida’s head turned of its own accord to look at Chad, his friend; his beautiful, hot Compañero. He should have joined Chad and Ichigo in this venture a long time ago, not to mention that he should’ve kissed Chad long ago, too. But, he didn’t actually kiss him just now so he decided to remedy that failure. He smiled at Chad, removed his glasses, and crawled over to straddle the thick legs. He put his hands on either side of the strong male’s face, just like what was done to him.
Chad liked the bold move and smiled back at Uryū as the stoned raven leaned in and kissed him hard, sliding the ardent lips over his own. Shit! It was goo-ood. Oh, there was a soft, wet tongue, too, slipping in and probing every niche! He moaned as he reached around Ishida’s waist and hips to caress his back and butt. He then assertively pulled the lithe body toward him until their crotches pressed together, forcing the lean graceful legs apart.
Ishida was pulled off balance as his hands were not bracing himself and now his knees weren’t either. His torso fell forward and landed with a thud on Sado’s chest. “Oof!” He lifted his head away and complained with a giggle instead of a scowl, “Chad, watch it.” The position would normally have mortified Ishida but today, it just felt amazing. He smiled again while pushing Chad’s bangs back to gaze into the brown eyes, resting his elbows on the steady shoulders.
“I’m am watching, Uryū, and I like what I see.” Chad’s sexy voice rumbled, flowing over Ishida’s skin like a warm shower. The former “tight-ass” academic ground his pelvis against his willing captive. “Do you like what you feel, too?” Uryū’s voice took on a whispering seductive tone as he let himself truly “be” in the moment.
Sado wasn’t shocked that Ishida could be so lustful. He’d seen a similar fervour when the Quincy fought; the intense fire of pride and determination in his eyes. The ebony-haired youth was just emotionally closed off, typically, and now he had an excuse to release his pent up passion. “Mmmn. Yeah. I like what I feel, Uryū. But I especially like the way you are right now. Open, and willing to let your feelings guide you. I wish you could be like this all the time.”
Ishida didn’t take offense. It was very true that he kept his feelings bottled up. There was no one he could trust to open up to, except maybe, now there was Chad. “I could try to be like this around just you, Chad,” he bit his lower lip, “Do you want me to “open up” for you?” The combination of diminished inhibitions and his natural wit gave him license to flirt and tease. He leaned forward into the sensual lips and resumed kissing his soon-to-be lover while his groin rubbed and stroked it’s counterpart.
Sado wouldn’t mind probing Ishida’s “openness” but thought his friend would regret his decision later when he was back to being his usual closed door. He pushed Ishida back a little and replied, “Uryū, take your time letting me in. Let’s not rush into anything, today. I’m happy with just having you in my arms, kissing and touching you. I’ve wanted to do this for some time, now.” He let his hands roam over the elegant form laying on his front.
“Oh, I –– didn’t know. I think I just realized today that I’ve felt this way about you for awhile, too.” Ishida kissed him hard again, desire overwhelming him. It felt like he couldn’t get enough contact and he sat back to pull at Sado’s shirt, slipping his hands under and absorbing the heat from the smooth washboard stomach. Now that he’d opened the floodgates to his yearning, he was awash with urgency. “I don’t have all the time in world, Chad. Right now might be the only time I get to do this.” He moved his hands down to Chad’s belt and started to unbuckle it.
“Shh. It’s okay.” Chad’s hands covered Ishida’s and stilled them. He brought one up to cup Uryū’s jaw so the other youth would look at him. “I understand, Uryū. Urahara told me about your deal with your father. You might think this is your only chance, but you have to have Faith. Faith in yourself –– and in your father, even if you don’t have Faith in anything higher. We’ll both be here later on, to carry this further, if you still want it.”
Ishida stared at his intuitive friend. The maturity he observed made him feel so much more than lust; he thought he could easily fall in love with him. “Oh, Chad. There are so many responses I could have to what you just said: Anger at Urahara for revealing my secret; relief that you know and I don’t have to be careful what I say; gratitude that you get why I’m so pushy and also that you’re so damn patient; optimism because your words give me hope ...” He couldn’t carry on, fearing he would say something he wasn’t ready to reveal.
Sado smiled. “I love how honest your emotions are, right now. Keep doing this, Uryū, even when the high is gone. It’s very attractive and I think your other friends would appreciate it, too.”
“Well, I hope they don’t find it attractive also, because I’m only going to sit on your lap from now on.” Ishida joked, playfully grinding into Sado. He wanted to feed their hunger so he could have as much intimacy as possible with the dark studmuffin before his frankness faded away.
Sado didn’t need much encouragement and he put his other hand on the back of Ishida’s head and pulled him in to kiss him again. “Mmmn,” he hummed while running his fingers through the silky black mass. He removed the hand from Uryū’s jaw and raked his fingertips up and down the boy’s back, finishing with a firm grasp on his ass, pushing it into his groin.
Ishida’s pelvis thrust hard in response, and he panted into Sado’s mouth. “Fuck, Chad,” Ishida gasped as he pushed his head back a little. “I thought you wanted me to go slow. How am I supposed to do that when everything you do is making me crazy.”
“I know, I know.” Chad was breathing heavily, also. “Maybe … we can do a bit more than what I had in mind.” Sado pulled Ishida with him as he laid down across the futon so the Quincy was straddling one of his legs and half resting on his torso. He slid his hand down Uryū’s side, pausing on his hip for a moment, then massaged circles over his butt cheek and under his hip bone.
Ishida rested his head on Chad’s muscled shoulder, enjoying the scent of his skin. It was just the musky sweat from Sado’s own natural odour but it intoxicated Uryū, like it was a perfume designed specifically to attract the Quincy. He thought it might be that their pheromones were compatible or something chemical like that. It was odd though, because it smelled recognizable, but from a pleasant distant memory. It was like a favourite food or his late Grandfather’s scent; he couldn’t quite place it.
It didn’t matter why it felt so right, lying in Sado’s arms with that large warm hand caressing him, teasing him. He was in bliss. Ishida turned his head and noisily kissed the exposed upper arm where the tattoo so beautifully contrasted with the caramel skin. “Mmmn … Chad, tell me about this tattoo. It’s Latin, right? Or maybe Italian or Portuguese?”
“Oh yeah, ‘Amore e Morte’ is Italian and means ‘Love and Death’.” Sado kissed Ishida’s forehead, little pecks from the middle to the temple. “But even those words come from Latin.” He nosed the other’s hairline and kissed along his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. “It’s been used in the poetry and songs of many countries.” He kissed the raven’s eyelids and down the bridge of his nose. “I think it’s deeper meaning is complex, and personal.” Lastly, he kissed the dusky lips of the exquisitely fine-featured face.
The kiss was long and passionate, neither wanting to pull away from the connection. Sado moaned into Ishida’s sweet saucy mouth, while enveloping the youth’s frame in his powerful arms. Uryū reciprocated by swirling his tongue, savouring the warmth and familiar piquancy; allowing the magnetic attraction of both taste and aroma to propel his arousal higher. He slipped his hand down the hard body to let his fingers pet the ridge in the other’s crotch while rocking his own aching need into the sculpted hips.
Uryū took the first breath and pleaded, panting softly, “Tell me more of Love and Death, Chad.” He impulsively pulled Sado’s shirt up to reveal the Atlas musculature. “Whisper the complexities of your thoughts to me.” He brushed his lips across the bronze skin of the chest, brazenly nipping and licking at the firm swell. “Let your words flow into me; elevate me,” his voice hitched as he latched onto a pert nipple, sucking and circling his tongue around it.
Sado bit his lower lip and shuddered. Ishida’s hands were roaming all over him, caressing his belly and hips; but kept returning to his groin and it was driving him mad. “Ahhh … okay.” He swallowed, “It’s about heartache … and obsession,” he whispered as requested. “Torment borne from the wounds of love.” He spoke the words as if he were seducing his lover with poetry but then he hesitated, not sure if the logically minded scholar would think it was too romantic and not sexy enough, given that slender fingers were easing their way under his pants.
“Mmmn … Chad … don’t stop.” Ishida breathily moaned. “Tell me what it means to you.” Ishida was kissing and sucking on the rippled stomach; the soft brush of fine hair tickling his cheeks and nose; his angular features nuzzling a thin cushion of natural padding around the navel. He raised one hand to pinch and rub a nipple between two fingers, while the other attempted to undo Sado’s belt. He loved listening to Chad’s deep voice while he took his pleasure with him. He could feel it thrum in the man-sized chest, under his palm, and echo in the cozy abdomen, under his head.
“I –– Uryū. It’s gonna kill the mood. It’s too …” Sado didn’t want to continue. Even explaining why it wasn’t good timing would be a mood killer. He didn’t want to have a philosophical discussion about poetry and deep meanings because he didn’t want Ishida to stop what he was doing. Chad was certain that no matter how stoned the Quincy was, his intellectual curiosity would win out.
What Sado didn’t know about Ishida was that the stimulation to his brain added to his enjoyment of the physical sensations. To him, it was like overloading his senses with all the wonders of reason, beauty and lust combined. He looked up at Chad and pouted; blue eyes filled with yearning. “Pleeease? It’s not killing my mood, but having quite the opposite effect. Listening to your sultry voice vibrate in your chest while reflecting on your thoughtful insight just brings out such passion in me. I think your intelligent and sensitive understanding of abstract concepts is extremely sensual and provocative.” He emphasized his point by burying his face in Sado’s lap, mouthing the erection under the pants; flaring his true blues when he peered up into chocolate brown.
Chad groaned at the contact, instinctively reaching down to run his fingers through the black hair. “Alright … okay, Uryū. If it’s what you want, I can keep talking.” It would require an effort to keep his mind coherent when his body was in paradise, but if Ishida got turned on by his voice and words, then he’d gladly let go of his previous concerns and indulge him.
“Hmmm. What the tattoo means to me is ...” Chad began as Ishida concentrated on getting the belt open, with both hands now as he wasn’t playing around anymore. Sado couldn’t quite reveal his true feelings just yet, not without presenting some background.
“Well, I feel drawn to the yin-yang nature of love and death.” Ishida had the button undone and was pulling the zipper down. “Love –– is the ultimate reason to be ahh-live … Ahhh.” The raven-haired youth still took care to caress the clothed areas where Sado was quite sensitive.
Chad swallowed visibly and continued, “Love is the epitome of life.” Sado felt his pants being pulled down, leaving only his underwear. He closed his eyes, struggling not to give over to his body’s needs. The closer Ishida came to revealing his erection, the more difficult it was for him to stay focused.
“Life exists, not on its own, but always with death ...” Chad bit his lip hard, inhaling heavily through his nose. Ishida was stroking his cock with an open palm, just the thin fabric of his briefs separating the touch. Sado hissed a breath in and out through his teeth. “To love –– is to open oneself to death –– Ahhh, Uryū, that feels so good.” He gave in and bucked his pelvis in response to the friction, moaning in his satisfaction, eyes still closed.
Ishida’s mind was reeling with desire from the enchanting words combined with the heated response of those hips. His mouth yearned to envelop Sado’s arousal while being immersed in poetic rumination. The thought that he could easily plunge into this act with no trepidation made him thank the god of pot, whoever that may be. He removed his hand momentarily to quickly pull his shirt over his head and undo his pants, giving his own cock room to breathe and react.
Ishida noticed Sado had become silent again, lost in his own fantasy. “Hey Chad …” his inner fire had turned his voice gruff as he called impatiently to get the brown eyes to open and look at him. Once he had complete attention, he peeled the underwear back and said, “Do not, under any circumstances, stop talking.” He smirked with eyelids seductively half-closed as he lowered his head to kiss Chad’s stiff manhood.
Chad felt this was going to be harder than battling a hollow; keeping his wits while being blown away. He gathered his thoughts and continued. “The ruination of love –– can annihilate the soul,” he shivered as Ishida transitioned from kissing with lips to licking with his tongue.
“It can be ripped apart from betrayal or doubt, beaten down from abuse and made to decay, torn asunder by tragedy’s cruel fate, deliberately neglected or carelessly left untended to fade away –– and leave such sorrow.”
Sado clenched his back teeth as Ishida’s tongue darted over his slit, “Only one’s own death can appease the pain.” Sado tried to formulate his next impression while his sanity was still intact, but Ishida made it impossible by engulfing a third of his straining rod.
Uryū may not have done this before, but he wasn’t totally naive. He’d seen blow jobs and hand jobs on a website he liked to frequent; the kind his father would have put parental controls on if he knew about it, or cared. The studious teen had always been a quick learner and in concert with being high, he was confidently performing with a skill that suggested much more experience.
Ishida made an agitated grunt and with a full mouth, looked up at Chad. The blazing blue eyes framed in long black lashes conveyed his message which was, “More!” Sado found the image of Uryū’s upturned face, pink tingeing his stuffed cheeks while contrasting with a glare of indignation, to be utterly erotic. Moreover, Ishida’s insistent stare compelled him to resume his poetic serenade.
“When I express my deepest passion, my flesh burns, and it ignites my soul.” Chad’s head flung back, feeling overcome with sensual fire, as Uryū feverishly sucked and bobbed. “I am consumed physically and spiritually by love, at the pinnacle of existence.” Ishida pulled off and let his hand take over while his other hand reached into his own pants to relieve the unbearable tension.
Sado was able to regain some emotional control with the method change and lowered his head to watch Uryū. “In that state, some would wish to transcend, to have the Reaper steal them away on wings of ecstasy. I imagine they believe it could be eternal bliss.” He reached over to yank the other’s pants down, then grasped Ishida’s shoulders and lifted him up beside him. He wanted to be face to face, gazing into the azure eyes, when he manifest the significance of the tattoo to Uryū.
“I see it differently.” Chad placed his hand on Uryū’s shaft so each had hold of the other’s life-force and he began to stroke slowly. “Death will come –– to both life and love, but I don’t want to give either up willingly.” He tenderly kissed the raven, letting their passion rise.
Chad whispered, the boys’ lips lightly touching, “I chose to bear this symbol on my body because I desire to share my gift of love; ascending to that height of pure rapture with my amante –– you –– and I would risk my own death to protect that love.” Uryū was moved to tear up and pressed his lips hard against Chad’s.
The lovers kissed and brought each other to completion. No more poetry of words, just of motion and sound. In the afterglow, Ishida responded to Sado’s declaration. “I would die to protect my love for you also, Chad.” It was easy to open up and articulate his deepest conviction, now that they were entwined in post coital bliss, and Chad had led the way.

Inoue Orihime was tired of waiting for Ishida and decided to go over to Sado’s on her own. Maybe he knew what had happened to the Quincy.
When she arrived, she knocked for a good five minutes before the door was opened. Sado squinted out into the day’s bright light and smiled to see his female friend. “Come in Orihime. We were wondering where you were.”
“Huh? Uryū told me to stay put and he’d pick me up. What happened? I’ve been waiting for over two hours!” She exclaimed as she stalked into the flat. The red head was tired of being taken advantage of.
Ishida stood up, pulling on his shirt. “Oh, yeah. Sorry Orihime, Chad asked me to come here first and we lost track of time,” he said apologetically, the memory of his promise returning to him.
“Well, are you ready to go to Urahara’s?” Inoue looked from one male to the other.
“Sure. Let me just clean up first.” Sado kept a neat apartment, and would never leave his pot stuff laying around. He quickly put his kit away.
“I really feel bad, I should have called when I realized I would be staying a bit.” Ishida was finding it easier to express his true emotions when under the influence.
“Well, it’s okay, I’m already over it. I was surprised to hear you were coming to train too, Uryū.” Inoue perked up. She was incapable of staying mad at anyone for very long.
“Oh, I ... just thought it would be nice to be with you guys again, that’s all.” Remembering what Sado said about letting his feelings be more honest around his friends, he added, “I hope Ichigo shows up, too.”
“Really? I didn’t know Ichigo was coming. This will be a real treat, all of us together again.” Inoue was very happy at the thought; she recently hadn’t felt quite as good as she had when they were all working toward getting Kuchiki Rukia back.
“Okay, guys, let’s go.” Sado grabbed both his and Ishida’s jackets before ushering them out and locking his door.

Ending A/N: I have to give big thanks to my experts regarding the Marijuana references: smokingwithstyle.com for terms and instruction, and Aaron A. Reno, author of Something Like God for his personal attention in editing the excerpts directly related to this subject matter. He knew nothing of me or my “genre” of story, yet took time to offer suggestions so I could write more realistically. While I’m in a thanking mood, I want to extend praise and gratitude to FicticiousDelicious for her support both in reviews and emails, another fine example of generosity of spirit.
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